Oh dear.
We live a few doors down from a kink shop.
It's actually a nice, tasteful, well-stocked shop with friendly and helpful staff, and they're fine neighbors. The only problem is that the shop is at basement level. Which means that their display window starts at ground level, i.e., toddler/preschooler eye level.
They used to regularly have window displays of stuffed animals in bondage gear. It's been a while since I've noticed something like that, so either they've moved away from that design technique or, now that Alex isn't a toddler anymore, I'm not spending quite so much time inching along the sidewalk looking at every conceivable thing there is to see.
But they do still display wares in their window. Alex has asked about it, and I've told her, in my best off-hand voice, that the store sells things for grownups who like to play dress-up. That's satisfied her.
This weekend she got a bag of dress-up clothes for $2 at a yard sale. It's been an exciting new treat; we didn't previously have dress-up clothes at home.
You see where this is going, right?
This morning I explained that this will be her first day of coming home from school at lunchtime to stay with Colin and our new nanny. I encouraged her to be friendly and helpful to the nanny "because she's new at our house."
"Okay!" Alex said cheerfully. "And if she wants to play dress-up with me, she can go to the store that has things for grown-ups who like to play dress-up."
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...I was so pleased with myself for giving her that explanation, too.
It's actually a nice, tasteful, well-stocked shop with friendly and helpful staff, and they're fine neighbors. The only problem is that the shop is at basement level. Which means that their display window starts at ground level, i.e., toddler/preschooler eye level.
They used to regularly have window displays of stuffed animals in bondage gear. It's been a while since I've noticed something like that, so either they've moved away from that design technique or, now that Alex isn't a toddler anymore, I'm not spending quite so much time inching along the sidewalk looking at every conceivable thing there is to see.
But they do still display wares in their window. Alex has asked about it, and I've told her, in my best off-hand voice, that the store sells things for grownups who like to play dress-up. That's satisfied her.
This weekend she got a bag of dress-up clothes for $2 at a yard sale. It's been an exciting new treat; we didn't previously have dress-up clothes at home.
You see where this is going, right?
This morning I explained that this will be her first day of coming home from school at lunchtime to stay with Colin and our new nanny. I encouraged her to be friendly and helpful to the nanny "because she's new at our house."
"Okay!" Alex said cheerfully. "And if she wants to play dress-up with me, she can go to the store that has things for grown-ups who like to play dress-up."
...
...I was so pleased with myself for giving her that explanation, too.
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I can't help but laugh, though.
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You can imagine what happened when she asked mom to set the table.
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Maybe it'll be a nice little warm-up exercise for the new nanny?
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Far as I'm concerned, that's a perfectly good explanation.
Do you think it's possible to explain that some grownups who like to play dress-up are a little embarrassed about liking to play dress-up, so it's a little bit impolite to bring it up, because it might be embarrassing to them?
I don't know if "embarrassing" is a concept that exists at Alex's age.
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btw, we need to know your beverage preferences.
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I like red wine and craft beers (my father the pediatrician scoffs at the idea that nursing mothers should not drink alcohol! yay Dad!) and grapefruit or lime or lemon Italian soda and I drink quarts and quarts of water. I don't drink regular soda or coffee. Really, as long as there is ice-cold water I am happy.
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(Here in the UK, our polticians have Passed Laws. Stuffed toys in bondage would have unfortunate effects.)
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They live in the center of Amsterdam. Daddy's sense of judgement is, shall we say, less than finely attuned, and for his own amusement he decides to walk down the street with all the window prostitutes. So far, such a nice walk, but the little boy pipes up with an idea for the whole street to hear: "Look, daddy! Let's take that one home for Mommy's birthday!" The little boy's focus was the lingerie worn by the woman in the window, but no one listening would have known that.
Somehow, though, I don't think you'll scare away your nanny.
Crazy(well, I'm hoping, but still...)Soph
ETA - small but importanat detail dropped when the dinner bell rang. *sigh*
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I agree that telling the nanny about the explanation will probably work out fine.
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Out of the mouths of babes...